Page 54 of Hades’ Revenge

“That can be arranged.”

“Stay away from my daughter.” He broke past me. “Go back to Greece and forget she exists.” He yanked open the door and stormed into the hallway.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I clenched my fists. Restraining myself wasn’t easy, especially when Leo insisted on provoking me. I wanted to knock his teeth out, but I had to walk a fine line when it came to Capri. She was still learning to trust me and I couldn’t shatter what we were building. Even if I didn’t understand what her role in my life was.

I wouldn’t let Leo win again. Destroying me once was enough.

“Hey.” Atticus stood in the doorway. “It sounded like it got a little heated in here.”

“No one got shot.”

“Not yet.” Atticus entered the suite and shut the door behind him. “You know things are going to escalate.”

“I expect nothing less.” I glanced at my watch. “Is it too early for a drink?”

“Not if we were in Greece.” He motioned to the bar on the other side of the room. “It’s already dinner time there. Maybe we should go home?”

“Not yet.” I was just getting started. “Since we’re still on Greece time, pour me a drink.”

One of the advantages of staying in such a high-end hotel was the fully stocked bar in my suite. It had been a long time since I had been in this city, but the accommodations didn’t disappoint.

“While you were having a conversation with Leo,” Atticus said as he poured two glasses of vodka, “I received an interesting phone call.”

“From who?” I asked.

“Romero Bilotti.”

“The head of the New York family?” I took the drink he offered me. “What does he want?”

“To meet with you.”

“That’s interesting,” I said. “Why does he want to meet with me?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Huh.”

“Romero has recently come into power here in the city.” Atticus sipped his drink. “No one anticipated him taking control, but there was a struggle and he outmaneuvered all of them.”

“I remember his father.” I swirled the liquid around in my glass. “He was ruthless. Showed no mercy for anyone.”

I had done a couple of jobs for the older Bilotti in my younger years, taking out men he deemed too threatening to his organization. He was one of the men I ended up running from when I had to flee the country.

“He’s been dead for a long time,” I said. “Murdered in front of his house if I remember correctly. His sons relocated to Italy, making a name for themselves as arms dealers.”

“You know your mafia history.”

“Romero made an alliance with Antonio Torrio.”

“He married Antonio’s niece, but there was a dispute and Romero went after the Torrio family hard,” Atticus said. “I don’t know all the specifics, but Romero is the last man standing, and now he and his brother Gio, along with their half-brother Rocco, run the city.”

“Still doesn’t answer my initial question,” I said.

“Why do they want to meet with you?”

“Yeah.” I let the vodka coat my lips from the rim of the glass before I chugged the contents. “I didn’t come here to take meetings with mob bosses.”

“Hmm.” Atticus stared at me before pouring another round. “Why exactly did you come here?”